Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
21.May.13, 06:19 PM
Z'ia woke with a little murmuring sound of discontent, wriggling free from uncomfortable nightmares himself to find he was nine-tenths out of bed, head twisted back at an odd angle. Struggling frantically, the tiny bluerider wriggled himself back into the bed, collapsing with a strangled sigh.
Z'ia? Aveleth's voice was as sweet and gentle as ever and Z'ia turned his head to face where he knew his dragon was located on the roof above him.
Sup, Kiddo? he didn't bother to speak out loud, but his change in thought process had Plague crooning gently and creeping closer so she could curl against his neck. The other two were very much asleep.
Aveleth didn't answer, not with words, but the gentle wave of timid lust caused Z'ia's eyebrows to arch. None of Aveleth's girls were due! Well, Astoreth was due, but the timidity in Aveleth's interest certainly wasn't what was used around Astoreth and had flights! Rilaleeyth had flown two months prior so she wasn't due for a good handful yet.
"Who is it?" Z'ia was pleased his dragon was investing his own interest in someone new, and the bluerider toppled out of bed and skipped across the room, slipping outside as he tugged his pants on with jerky little movements.
Araith his voice was soft, and as sweet as ever. The lust was very backseat and Z'ia peered up at the dragon on the rooftop.
It took him a while to figure out which one was Araith, and while not overly impressed by the idea of entering a maiden flight (he much preferred veteran riders who didn't cry at the tiniest bump or scrape or freak out because sex) Z'ia also didn't want to make Aveleth feel as if he couldn't pick some of the flights they entered, too.
"Are you going to chase?" The rider's own voice was soft and he smiled gently when Aveleth looked down at him from the roof top. The dragon's eyes were dark with lusty emotions and Z'ia gasped lightly when Aveleth stopped holding them back; the dragon hasn't been denying Z'ia's inclusion- rather, he'd been avoiding both their inclusion until he was sure it was okay.
Yes lust fulled surity filled his voice and Z'ia grinned in delight as Aveleth pushed off lightly from the roof top, and winged placidly to the little green's vicinity. A gentle croon was give, and Aveleth waited patiently for the flight to begin. Then he would fly!
Z'ia made his way to S'jin's location with steady steps, Aveleth's lust hardly the controlling factor other riders had to deal with before a flight. It would become controlling, when Aveleth lost his own innovations. But not yet, not while drive was still sitting behind fear.
/phone post. Sorry for any weird words >.<
Sup, Kiddo? he didn't bother to speak out loud, but his change in thought process had Plague crooning gently and creeping closer so she could curl against his neck. The other two were very much asleep.
Aveleth didn't answer, not with words, but the gentle wave of timid lust caused Z'ia's eyebrows to arch. None of Aveleth's girls were due! Well, Astoreth was due, but the timidity in Aveleth's interest certainly wasn't what was used around Astoreth and had flights! Rilaleeyth had flown two months prior so she wasn't due for a good handful yet.
"Who is it?" Z'ia was pleased his dragon was investing his own interest in someone new, and the bluerider toppled out of bed and skipped across the room, slipping outside as he tugged his pants on with jerky little movements.
It took him a while to figure out which one was Araith, and while not overly impressed by the idea of entering a maiden flight (he much preferred veteran riders who didn't cry at the tiniest bump or scrape or freak out because sex) Z'ia also didn't want to make Aveleth feel as if he couldn't pick some of the flights they entered, too.
"Are you going to chase?" The rider's own voice was soft and he smiled gently when Aveleth looked down at him from the roof top. The dragon's eyes were dark with lusty emotions and Z'ia gasped lightly when Aveleth stopped holding them back; the dragon hasn't been denying Z'ia's inclusion- rather, he'd been avoiding both their inclusion until he was sure it was okay.
Z'ia made his way to S'jin's location with steady steps, Aveleth's lust hardly the controlling factor other riders had to deal with before a flight. It would become controlling, when Aveleth lost his own innovations. But not yet, not while drive was still sitting behind fear.
/phone post. Sorry for any weird words >.<
Unless stated otherwise, Aveleth never speaks to anyone but Z'ia
